Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 54 - 96 Favorability

In the girls' dormitory, Tina returned looking utterly exhausted, like a walking corpse.

What nearly broke her was the message Yana had sent. They had added each other on Instagram before but had almost no interaction. This was their first communication, and what Yana sent was a screenshot of a Domina membership card topped up with 1 million, along with screenshots of five hundred thousand in gifts from the TikTok backend.

And then, that Supercar... the payment receipt for almost 3 million.

Tina almost collapsed. When she returned, it wasn't yet lights-out. She didn't care what her roommates were doing. She took off her clothes, put on her pajamas, and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her head.

The quilt trembled slightly, a clear sign that she was crying.

Lyla knew something was wrong immediately but didn't say anything with so many people around.

When the dormitory lights went out, she slipped into Tina's bed in her light sleepwear, hugging her from behind.

"Tina, what's wrong?" she asked softly.

"Didn't you go out to discuss part-time jobs tonight? This is the first time I've seen you so down."

Tina remained silent for a long time but didn't fall asleep. She sighed deeply, not speaking for a while.

Lyla was patient, holding her without pressing further. It wasn't comfortable for two girls to squeeze into a single dormitory bed, but she didn't mind.

After a while, Tina spoke hoarsely, "Lyla, I'm starting to think everything in the past was fake."

After a little probing, Lyla gasped in shock.

"Not only did he top up her card with 1 million and buy her a 60,000 bag, but he also bought Yana an 3 million sports car tonight?"

"And then he spent millions on gifts? Are you kidding me?"

Tina groaned in frustration, "I wish it were fake, but I checked, and it's all real."

Lyla was equally stunned. "Oh my god, Ryan is that rich?"

"I had no idea!"

Tina only knew one thing now—she felt like crying but had no tears left.

Lyla had always been the strategist among her girlfriends. She pulled back the quilt and playfully slapped Tina's butt, which was clad only in lace panties.

She said unhappily, "Tina, are you really that clueless?"

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Tina asked, covering her butt as the loud slap echoed.

The lights in the dormitory were off, and everyone else was either asleep or playing with their phones. Lyla glanced around and then climbed into her bed.

"Sweetie, let's talk about the facts. You really need to think this through."

"What facts?" Tina asked, confused.

Lyla patted her on the shoulder and said in a regretful tone, "Let's establish one thing first. Ryan isn't poor, right? He's actually very rich."

"Yes," Tina admitted.

The shock she had received over the past two days was overwhelming.

Lyla thought for a moment and then said, "Sweetie, stop being so upset. Honestly, there's something you really need to consider seriously."

"What is it?" Tina asked instinctively.

Lyla felt a surge of frustration, even the urge to hit someone. She had seen all those Moments posts, and now she felt dizzy. What she hated most was that she hadn't seen the more exaggerated ones.

"Are you stupid? I asked you this first. I won't tell you how much money it is, but at least you should have some judgment."

"Look at how many times Yana posts on story. It's either Louis XIII or 'this car I'm driving tonight.'"

"Now, take a closer look. Ryan hasn't posted a single story yet."

"From what you can see now, they haven't made an official announcement."

Lyla spoke earnestly, "Although I don't know why, he's always been very low-key and unwilling to flaunt his wealth. But he's willing to hide it from you, which means he definitely still has feelings for you."

"Really?" Tina raised her head. She had been crying quietly in her bed like a wounded kitten.

"Of course!"

Lyla's imagination ran wild as she analyzed the situation, "Think about it. His family is so rich, but he pretends to be poor. What's the logic behind that?"

"It must be because he wants to find a woman who isn't greedy or vain to be his wife. That's why he's so deliberate."

"Ryan's true self is now completely exposed, but he still has you in his heart. Didn't he obediently deliver lunch when you called him at noon?"

"You can't afford to be so depressed."

Lyla said seriously, "Cheer up and win Ryan back. You are his destined girl."

"Yes, how did I lose to Yana?"

Tina wiped her tears and gritted her teeth, "That bag, that money, and that Ferrari should be mine. How can I admit defeat?"

Lyla handed her a tissue and wiped her tears, comforting her, "That's the spirit. Fight with her and let her know the power of True Love."

"Now that Ryan can no longer hide his wealth, as long as you win him over, Mrs. Dressrosa will definitely be yours in the future."

"Right..." Tina's eyes gradually regained their proud, fighting spirit.

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On the other side, two people were walking hand in hand near the school gate. It was almost time for the school to close.

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Ryan glanced around and noticed a familiar figure rushing out in a hurry. At this moment, Yana's face was already filled with desire.

"Ding... Bound target Yana Ackerman: Favorability 96."

"Ding... Counterattack successful. Host rewarded with 3 attribute points. They have been distributed to the system backpack. Please check."

There was no time to figure out how to use these attribute points. Seeing the other bound target, Yasmin, running out in a panic with a pale face, Ryan realized something must have happened.

"Yana, go back and stay with your sister," Ryan said decisively. "I have something else to do tonight. You don't have to wait for me."

"Alright, I'll be fine in a couple of days. Then I'll serve you well," Yana replied, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. As a green tea girl, she knew the importance of not being too clingy, especially when a man had pressing matters.

Ryan's serious expression made it clear that this wasn't the time to push. She understood that sometimes, giving space was the right move.